Apr 3, 2019
‘Ming’s not going to let it go.’ ‘I know.’ Hawke didn’t sound worried—his voice was that of a predator in hunting mode. Cold. Focused. Without mercy. ‘Which is why I’m going to kill him.’ Pushing up on his chest, she looked down into his face, her hair creating a ruby red curtain around them. ‘Excuse me. I think you must’ve accidentally used the wrong pronoun.’ The growl that rumbled up out of his chest was loud enough to rattle the water glass on the bedside table. ‘Fine, you can stand in the corner and cheer while I kill him.’
Tangle of Need, Nalini Singh